The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1887-08-12

VUL vi. June, 1866.
showed his good instincts by knocking out
two hoodlums who insulted an old woman
the other day, is getting to be familiar
figure on the streets. 1.-The Belfast Spider"
is an odd appearing, slender boy, and does
not look the prize fighter. Dressed in
shabby, blueish suit and jockey cap he
goes along the walk peering into the shop
windows with intense curiosity, fully
acting the green Britsher in q
strange land. He seems to be
exceptionally modest and well be-
haved, and though he spends much OF his
time in Oarsman Hosmer's bar-room he
doesn't squander his earnings in riotous liv-
ing to any great extent. The flushing"
youths do not take to him because he comes
from the arrangements stronghold. He says
he ran away from home when skid, !"
and hasn't had much of chance. But he
knows the racing calendar bv heart. and is
an expert at caring FOR race horses II
were Vanderbilt would hire him for body
guard and chief coachnan combined.
It was all well enough as a newspaper
joke to call John L. Sullivan the foremost
citizen of Boston, but when the mayor of
the city and an ELUSIVE councilman get up
on platform and seriously indorse the
prize fighters claims as person Of public
Importance, the disgust of respectable peo-
pie becomes intense. The patronage Of the
brutal sport was queer blunder for one Of
Mr.. O'Brien's sagacity, and his offense is
not palliated by the humbug comparison of
the flesh -bruising to the Olympian games of
the older Athens. "Dude brains" as Coun-
Gilman Kapiolani Whall siieeringly called
them, are still rated higher than brute force
and hoodlumism in the modern Athens, even
though the scale is heavily weighted the
other way by the increasing numbers of ig
norant foreigners
'If man died in the factory presume
they would try him out into oleomargarine, "
said an acquaintance in speaking Of but
ter mill near this city. "You ought to see
the wagon loads Of foul meat that are taken
in there They smell horribly. Dead cats
and everything they can pick up should
think. They have about thirty carts out
all the time collecting the stuff
This was sufficiently alarming tale to be
worth investigating. l didn't believe the
dead men we're served up on dining tables.
Tales of the cleanliness and sweetness of oleo-
margarine factories have been spread
abroad for several years till the very COWS
must have been convinced that bogus but
ter is a superior article, if they have given
any attention to the matter.
had intended to 20 through the factory,
but stopped short when got to the door.
The odor was enough. A sight of the
dirty, nusty interior was also enough.
Next to being the driver Of scayengSf4
cart the lot Of the neighbors to that factory |
is most miserable. / walked around the |
factory to see II there was possibly corner
where sweetness and light prevailed, but
encountered at an open gateway a breeze
from the interior that made me seasick for
the rest of the afternoon.
-.
II anybody wants to eat the product of
such a place there "is no law agin il. "
Millions of people do eat such product
without knowing it. Nearly all cheap
restaurants and boarding houses here, as
well as in most parts of the country, serve
oleomargarine on their tables, and many
of the finer eating places do the same.
Much of the stuff is sold as dairy or cream
cry butter.
There is a restaurant near Washington
market in New York where many thousand |
people are fed daily. The "butter'' is
served on the tables in large cakes |
weighing several pounds, from which |
the customers cut freely. II it were
real butter the proprietors would ruin
themselves by such extravaganza. know
a newspaper man who dined there
regularly for year, and who was highly
pleased with the liberal allowance Of but
ter till, happening in one day, I called his
attention to the expense involved. He
tumbled, and has an uneasiness under his
vest to this day when he thinks of that
restaurant.
The recent reunion Of the Massachusetts,
colored troops here makes the occasion fit
one for recalling the memory Of
George l.. Stearns, to whose energy
and devotion the raising of these
troops was due. When the war depart
ment gave Governor Andrew permission to
fill the quota of Massachusetts, with colored
regiments he found the task almost i'm
possible. The negroes of the north
had become thoroughly distrustful of the
methods of the government, and felt some
what sore over the fact that their services
had been rejected at the beginning of the
war. Mr.. Stearns threw himself into the
breach with the utmost enthusiasm, backed
up by such men as John NJ. Forbes and
Amos A. Lawrence. Starting by enrolling
the son of Frederick A. Douglas, he then
vet out for the west and Canada, stationing
agents in many large cities and
finally making his own headquarters at Buff
falo. He negotiated with the railroads for
heap transportation and through his agents
IN dozen states stirred up the negroes to
enlistment.
There were some 200, 900 blacks scattered
through a population of 70, 600, 600, in the
north and Canada, and it required night
md day work for several months to reach
hem, inspire confidence and fill
Up the rolls. Mr.. Stearns advanced his
own money in this work, while waiting
or the legislature to make an appropria-
ion, borrowing $40, 900 on his own re-
possibility.
The result was triumph. The Fifty
ourth and Fifty fifth left Boston for the
outh with full ranks, amid the cheers of
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